Представляем точный текст композиции "Survival Of The Fittest" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Murder . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Survival Of The Fittest» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Murder передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Murder - "Survival Of The Fittest"
Lyrics to Survival Of The Fittest : (feat. Gotti) Yo, yo whats up nigga You know the streets is a jungle You gotta survive out here You need a strong mind to do the shit I do You ever seen something blown the fuck up before See that nigga cross the street in that Cutlass Check this out (Chorus 2x) Survival of the fittest, respect my come up Survival of the fittest, you better not run up (C-Murder) I remember back in 89 a nigga used to steal And now I got a Navi with a mother fuckin grill One time chase a nigga through the alley fuckin alley Mad cause I fucked up my only pair of Ballys I used to smoke weed with the ballers after school Mother fuckas wanted to hang cause I used to act a fool Started slangin rocks cause the shit was fun I used to bang at niggas just to see em run Nigga people started hearin shit started recognizing me Big timers fronted me some coke in a ride "G" Dope became my business, no longer a hobby I owed a nigga 5 gs so I started robbin I knew I had to move before I had to bang em up Im a act a donkey if you dont respect my come up Dumb niggas die, and real niggas live This ghetto is so wicked I cant even trust my kids (Chorus 2x) (Gotti) Started in this game at the age of 13 Gettin paid makin money servin crack to the fiends Hoes couldnt take me niggas gave me jealous looks To the world I was a man, to the feds I was a crook Put my face up in the paper, put my name in they books Cause they see a nigga ballin off the birds that I cooked As the years went by still survival of the fittest Now im ridin in the tank representin to the fullest Puttin bullets in you bitches, jealous niggas in disguise Shootin niggas till we die, Gambinos on the rise My nigga Fiend up by my side, my enemies bound to die Got no mercy in my eyes label Gotti one of the realest (Chorus 2x) (C-Murder) I was born a bastard, my pops was a thug 4 years in the pen for transportin drugs I was known in the hood as the nigga with the weight Bitches all up in my business, shippin keys from state to state Triple beams in the project Calliope, where I broke em down Razor blade and baking soda, pure white fuck the brown My clientele was growin started investin in some other shit Barber shops on every block, even had a weed spot Moms and the kids put away up in the house Surveillance cameras and alarms to spook a nigga out Pitbulls in the backyard trained to kill Call my folks up on the phone before I made a deal Im one step ahead of a nigga doin wrong Thats why im still alive and been on top for so fuckin long I had to spank some bustas, to show em I mean business The ghetto is so wicked its survival of the fittest (Chorus 2x) [ Survival Of The Fittest Lyrics ]
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